“That’s right,” Dalton said, scooping her up in his big arms. “We’ve only just begun with you.”
Chapter Seven
Madeline reclined in the plush leather interior of Dalton and Garrett’s private jet and marveled at how supple it was. The smell of it was nothing short of absolute decadence. From the outside, the plane looked like a regular commercial airliner, but its unremarkable exterior belied a luxurious interior that she couldn’t have dreamed possible.
“So where exactly are you boys taking me?” She crossed her arms over her chest and couldn’t help but notice that the action pushed them up a little bit. Her body still vibrated with need from each man’s previous ministrations and she looked forward to continuing their foreplay.
“That, sweetheart, is a surprise.” Garrett poured a glass of champagne and handed Madeline the delicate crystal flute of bubbly before sitting down beside her in the aisle seat. The seats were arranged in facing pairs on each side of the plane. She imagined Dalton would sit across from her, and the thought of those hypnotic eyes staring at her made her juices flow even more. She couldn’t wait to land so they could finish what they started.
“Is it far?” She hated not knowing, but the mystery did intrigue her. She sipped her champagne and looked at Dalton who had just left the cockpit after speaking privately with the two pilots.
“Too many questions will ruin the surprise. Is that what you really want?” Dalton leaned across his brother and kissed her on the forehead before heading behind her to the bar, likely to pour himself a scotch.
“No, I guess not.” Madeline sighed and took in her surroundings. She had never paid much attention to things like corporate jets or personal planes and what they might look like inside. It all always seemed so frivolous, so self-indulgent. Why not fly in coach with the rest of the “little people,” she would muse. It had always suited her just fine. Well, now, as she stretched her legs out, she finally saw what all the fuss was about.
The Ellis plane was like having a small apartment with wings, and it put her own landlocked, humble abode to shame. The plane could have easily accommodated hundreds of seats, though all but eight had been taken out. The rest of the space was devoted to a small office, a dining area, and a living room with comfy-looking chairs and a flat-screen television. She traced her finger along the striped wood grain of the side table she had set her champagne glass down on. The rich reddish caramel-brown gloss was veined with a darker chocolate-brown. It reminded her of a tiger’s stripes.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Garrett said.
“Yes. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”
“Cherry rosewood. It had always been Mother’s favorite. You can’t really smell it now, but it has the most magnificent scent that Mother just couldn’t get enough of. They’re great big trees, but it actually is part of the pea family.”
Dalton sat across from Madeline and buckled his seatbelt. “All right, sweetheart. It’s about time for takeoff. I would hold your drink if I were you.” Dalton reached over and squeezed her hand. “You’re not nervous, are you?”
The sound of a metallic click drew her attention to Garrett’s hands securing the seatbelt in his lap. Even underneath the stainless-steel buckle she could see the distinctive bulge in his pants. Madeline swallowed the saliva that had begun pooling in her mouth and thought for a moment. “No, not nervous at all.” At least, not about flying. She took another sip of champagne, hoping the bubbles would settle her stomach the way ginger ale always did. She certainly felt loosened up, at least.
The plane began to rumble as it lurched forward. A hand crept its way underneath her skirt, resting on the top of her thigh. “We’ll do everything in our power to make this flight enjoyable for you.” Garrett smiled mischievously as his fingers inched closer to her inner thigh, though he had to push back the armrest and lean in a bit to reach her.
“Are you comfortable, stretching like that?” Madeline asked.
“Does it matter? I couldn’t keep my hands off you if my life depended on it.” Garrett leaned farther into her. Madeline sucked in a breath, and the plane began its ascent. The force of it pressed her against her chair, and she wondered if that had anything to do with Garrett’s hand pressing harder against her pussy. Garrett’s hooded gaze told her his movement was anything but accidental.
“You say you’re not nervous, but you sure look tense to me.” Dalton smirked and then turned his gaze to Garrett. “Doesn’t our lady look a bit tense to you? I’m sure there’s something we could do to alleviate that. Perhaps we should continue where we left off.”
Garrett pulled the edge of her skirt up and his hand started to creep into her panties when Dalton’s big hand stilled him. “Oh, no, little brother. Allow me.” As Garrett sat back in his seat with what looked like a pleasantly surprised grin on his face, Dalton pulled the latch on his seatbelt and knelt down before her.
“What are you doing?” Madeline asked. The feral glint in his eyes unnerved her. “It’s not safe to not be in your seat during takeoff.” She wanted to resist him, but she found herself spreading her legs, giving him ample room as he pushed her skirt up to her hips.
“I’m getting my complimentary drink early, beautiful.” Dalton tore her panties off and dove in. The force of the plane’s takeoff helped press his face into her sopping pussy, though she doubted if he needed any more encouragement. Still, she hoped the plane would never get to cruising altitude and would just keep on climber higher and higher. He put both hands beneath her ass and held her up, coaxing her body with his movements.
Dalton’s warm tongue lapped her from asshole to clit and back. He took one hand from her ass, moving the other one to cup both cheeks, and used it to separate her labia, the roughness of his hands creating the most pleasurable friction. He ate at her, devouring her and causing the most incredible sensations inside her. She pressed her thighs tightly around his head, never wanting him to leave. Though she wondered how he could even breathe, he somehow still managed to maneuver his fingers inside her. Dalton pulled at her insides with the pads of two fingers and massaged her, fucked her. Perhaps he put in another finger, but Madeline didn’t know nor did she care. All that her brain centered around was the sensational feeling of being finger-fucked by one man while another waited his turn.
But he doesn’t need to wait. Oh, please, don’t wait.
As if he could read her mind, Garrett reached over and began unbuttoning her blouse. He reached underneath the lacy fabric of her bra and cupped a breast, kneading it and her taut nipple. She angled her body and rotated it toward him to give him more access. He readily took the invitation and reached behind her to unclasp her bra while his other hand worked on her other breast. As he leaned in, he bit and kissed her neck, his trail turning into licks as he entered her décolletage.
She shrugged out of her blouse and bra and wrapped an arm around Garrett’s shoulders while her other hand gripped Dalton’s thick hair. Her fingers curled around his ear, bobbing along with the thrusts of his head into her pussy.
As Garrett’s fingers worked through her scalp, easing any tension that could possibly remain, Dalton continued furiously working on her cunt. When his soft tongue seemed to contort itself around her clit, she felt the unmistakable warmth of an oncoming orgasm blossoming inside her. The heat radiated outward toward her limbs and wrapped her up, swaddling her in a blanket of sheer ecstasy, before she climaxed and screamed her release. Her pussy throbbed around Dalton’s fingers, and she felt her slick fluid coating the insides of her thighs.
He seemed to lap up every last drop as she began to come down from her natural high. His tongue glided along her inner thighs and soothed the dying spasms of her cunt. Garrett kissed her face, his heated breath making her skin tingle.
She heard a distant ding and then realized the plane was no longer ascending.
“I see we’ve reached cruising altitude, sweetheart.” Dalton sat up and smiled as he patted his face dry with a silk handkerchief.
“And right in time.”
Madeline pulled her skirt back down past her knees and tried to catch her breath. She felt all warm and pliable. “In time for what?”
“Do you really think we’d let you stay strapped in that seat for one minute longer now that your pussy’s slick and primed for my cock?” Garrett smiled devilishly as he pointed to the distinct bulge in his pants.
“Excuse me?” She felt clouded by her post-orgasmic haze.
“I think what Garrett is trying so eloquently to say is that we’re now free to move about the cabin,” mischief glittered in Dalton’s eyes, “and we fully intend to move you to the bedroom, beautiful.”
Madeline sat helplessly as Dalton unlatched her seatbelt and then scooped her into his arms. She pressed her face into his chest as he carried her to the back of the plane. “Bedroom?” She looked over Dalton’s thick shoulder and saw Garrett undressing as he walked behind them. His grin widened as her eyes followed suit. He had unzipped his pants and let his cock hang out over the waistband of his boxer-briefs. It jutted toward her, beckoning her silently as it bobbed up and down with his steps, as if it were nodding, telling her that yes, this was going to be good. The heavy planes of his muscled chest seemed to ripple as he walked, and she gripped tighter to the chest that held her.
“Well, look at that. I think our girl is starting to squirm. You do want this bad, don’t you?” Dalton’s gaze positively sizzled. He adjusted her in his arms so that one hand cupped her ass. She moaned when his thick finger nudged between her pussy lips, spreading the juices that still flowed from her around toward her ass. Then his thumb, slick with her juices, pressed firmly and purposefully against her asshole.
She held her breath and froze, not knowing what to expect next and not knowing whether she wanted it or not. They had touched her there before, even licked her there, but it was always a soft caress or perhaps accidental wandering that just so happened to slip into that region. The forbiddenness of it always titillated her then, and she had wondered what it would be like to be played with there, but she always pushed it out of her mind. It was just too taboo, too naughty. She wasn’t a prude, but Madeline never thought of herself as that type of girl, whatever that meant. She also had thought she wasn’t the type of girl who would be with two men at once. My, how quickly people can change.
Dalton rubbed his thumb back and forth, the rest of his fingers gripping her ass tightly. “Well, Madeline. What is it that you want? You want me to press in here? You want me to take you here, sweetheart?” At the end of each question, Dalton pressed harder into her rosette as he massaged it. Madeline moaned softly and bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from crying out. She didn’t want to encourage him further if this wasn’t what she wanted, and she knew he would take any sound of pleasure as a definitive yes. Yet, she couldn’t help but press her body harder against him. Of their own volition, her arms held his neck tighter.
“You can say no if you ever want to, darling,” Garrett cooed as he brushed her hair back off her face, and she looked up at him, drowning in his adoring gaze. No man had ever looked at her that way. No man ever held her the way Dalton did.
Having the word no tumble out between her lips seemed an impossibility at that moment. She could not deny these men anything.
* * * *
Dalton stilled as Garrett maneuvered around them and pushed the door open. He could hardly make anything out, the room was so dim, but Garrett quickly opened a few of the velvet curtains, allowing light to shine through the circular windows.
“Do you like it?” Garrett asked as he kneeled on the bed with his arms spread, gesturing to the large room around them.
He’d mentioned to Dalton earlier that he knew the size of it would surprise Madeline and, hopefully, impress her enough to forget her inhibitions. Dalton already figured the size of their cocks would take care of that.
“Usually there are two beds in this plane,” Garrett said, “but the moment we considered the possibility of taking you on a trip we had a king-size bed put in here. It practically takes up the whole room, but I think you’ll agree it was worth it.”
“Anything for you is worth it,” Dalton said softly into her hair before he kissed it and set her down on the bed.
“It’s incredible,” Madeline said breathlessly as she crawled up the bed on all fours. The rounded curves of her ass shifted with each movement and nothing short of the plane catching on fire or falling out of the sky could tear away his gaze. He so wanted to possess her in that most intimate of spots. He had already touched it, subtly explored it, but he wanted it, needed it. But he wanted her to want it too. Yes, she would beg for it before he was done with her.
“This is probably the nicest bedding I’ve ever seen. Not an imperfection in sight.”
Dalton looked his woman up and down. “I couldn’t agree more.” She looked away, a blush rising to her cheeks, and fiddled with a loose thread on the comforter, although he knew no such thread existed.
“Maddie, we have something else for you to see.” Garrett held up a large wooden box and opened it for her. She looked at it curiously and reached a tentative finger out and ran the tip along the medley of shiny, feathered, or leathered objects inside. “We have even more in the closet, but I think we might save those for later.”
Dalton could see the subtle bob of her throat as she swallowed.
“Have you used toys before, Maddie?” He knew he could do a lot to a woman with his tongue alone, but Dalton was dying to see how Maddie would come out in a battle between man and machine.
“I’ve never seen a vibrator like that before. Is that really gold?”
“Of course. Eighteen karats.”
“What’s the point of that?” Madeline’s left eyebrow was raised in a look of pure skepticism.
“Honestly, I don’t know,” Garrett grinned sheepishly, “but it was the most expensive one we found, and we decided that you would always get nothing but the best.”
“Besides, seeing you in the midst of transcendent pleasure is priceless, so I’ll give you anything you want to get you there, beautiful.”
Madeline cast her gaze at the comforter she sat upon, and her slim fingers traced the quilted pattern again. A small smile lifted the corner of her lips. “Maybe all I need is you two.” She looked up at him through her eyelashes as she kept her head down.
“I don’t doubt that, sweetheart. But won’t it be fun to find out for ourselves?” Dalton could tell she was a little afraid but still curious. He sensed that she wanted to be pushed. Otherwise, she would never cross her own sexual boundaries on her own. She needed to be taken there, and he would carry her all the way if he had to.
He leaned down and cupped her face. It looked so small in his hands, and he held her gently for a moment like the delicate creature she was. And when she ran her pink tongue across her bottom lip, he took that as a signal that she was ready for more. His grip hardened, and he pulled her face toward his until their lips met in a crushing kiss. He wanted to devour her, to taste her flesh from the outside in, to have every part of her be a part of him. He needed to control her pleasure and guide her down an erotic path that she would never ever want to stray from.
Dalton took the vibrator and turned it on. He pressed it against her swollen folds and her lovely clit. He marveled at the way the vibrator’s eighteen-karat sheen seemed to bathe her pussy in a golden light until it glowed almost ethereally. Instantly, her legs spread wider, and her pelvis rose slightly off the bed to meet the vibrator harder. She slowly rocked her hips against it.
“That’s my girl. Work that clit.” Dalton massaged her inner thigh with his free hand and then moved it to tickle her pussy lips. A low moan rumbled out of her chest, and her fingers gripped the blanket tightly until it bunched underneath her palms.
“Yes, yes, I love when you do that. Please, more.” She moved her hips in wider circles and then thrust up. Dalton chuckled when he realized she was trying to force his thick fingers inside her.
Garrett had shucked all his clothes and stretched out, lying beside her. He cradled the back of her head with one hand while the other massaged her neck and shoulders. He then ran his hand across her chest, clinging to each breast and tweaking a nipple as he passed it. He reached behind him and took a feather tickler from the nightstand and ran its plumes against her body. She sucked in a breath.
Madeline reached up and pulled his brother’s head down to hers, devouring his mouth when it made contact. She sucked in his lips and kissed him with such hunger Dalton suddenly felt the need to have her in his mouth again.
Dalton adjusted the vibrator so that it only touched her clit and lowered his mouth to her glistening cunt. It looked so sweet and delicious. The tip of his tongue caressed each of her pussy lips before delving inside to take a long drink of her.
“Why are you teasing me, Dalton?” She squeezed her thighs together around his head, holding him against her pussy. “You know I want more,” she growled through gritted teeth as her words were broken by a moan.
“What is it that you want?” Garrett asked.
“I want your cocks, I want your thick cocks inside me, filling me, and I want them now.” Her hands wandered all over her body and then found Garrett’s engorged cock resting against her thigh. She wrapped her delicate fingers around it and pumped up and down. Garrett’s lips parted, and his eyes rolled back into his head before he stilled her hand.
“No, sweetheart, you’re going to make me come before I’m ready to and I’m saving that.”
“But I’m ready. I don’t want to wait anymore.” She glared at them and pouted, which surprised Dalton, but her petulance had his cock hard as a rock. Oh, how he loved to spoil a girl, and this one was clearly becoming spoiled rotten. He looked at Garrett, and they shared a knowing nod. The glitter in his brother’s eyes told him he felt the same way.
* * * *
Madeline swallowed, her throat feeling like sandpaper. She was terrified and yet completely tempted. Her cunt throbbed with such need, she questioned her own sanity. Madeline found herself wanting to do exactly as she was told, and part of her hated herself for it. The other part didn’t care a bit and screamed for more.
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